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What is your direction indicator of ascended

One windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites. Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.

Instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. They shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, “Let me go! Let me go! I want to be free!” They soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “Free at last,” it seemed to say. “Free to fly with the wind.”

Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. “Free at last” free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.

How much like kites we sometimes are. The Heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.

Let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.

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什么是你攀升的方向標(biāo)

在一個(gè)有風(fēng)的春日，我看到一群年輕人正在迎風(fēng)放風(fēng)箏玩樂(lè)，各種顏色、各種形狀和大小的風(fēng)箏就好像美麗的鳥兒在空中飛舞。當(dāng)強(qiáng)風(fēng)把風(fēng)箏吹起，牽引線就能夠控制它們。

風(fēng)箏迎風(fēng)飄向更高的地方，而不是隨風(fēng)而去。它們搖擺著、拉扯著，但牽引線以及笨重的尾巴使它們處于控制之中，并且迎風(fēng)而上。它們掙扎著、抖動(dòng)著想要掙脫線的束縛，仿佛在說(shuō)：“放開我!放開我!我想要自由!”即使與牽引線奮爭(zhēng)著，它們依然在美麗地飛翔。終于，一只風(fēng)箏成功掙脫了。“終于自由了，”它好像在說(shuō)，“終于可以隨風(fēng)自由飛翔了!”

然而，脫離束縛的自由使它完全處于無(wú)情微風(fēng)的擺布下。它毫無(wú)風(fēng)度地震顫著向地面墜落，落在一堆亂草之中，線纏繞在一顆死灌木上。“終于自由”使它自由到無(wú)力地躺在塵土中，無(wú)助地任風(fēng)沿著地面將其吹走，碰到第一個(gè)障礙物便毫無(wú)生命地滯留在那里了。